There is only a thin line between love and obsession.

A very thin line that is often torn when the flames of love begin to burn green and dry.

Many people confuse obsession for love, simply because obsession is the result of strong love, a strong infatuation, that at a certain unknown point, and due to some various motives, turns into something far away from that innocent and pure feeling every human being wish to experience.

Just like the cycle of life, being born, growing, aging, and finally dying.

Obsession is the final stage in the life of love, when it ages, becomes vulnerable, and struggles with an incurable disease that leads to death.

Seokjin fell into that exact trap, he loved you way more than you did, his love for you began before you could settle your feelings toward him, he enjoyed watching you having fun with your friends, your laughter was his daily dose of serotonin, even though you considered him only a friend a bit longer than he would have liked for it to be the case, he never lost hope nor he ever forced his self on you, he was patient, until the feelings in his heart became suddenly reciprocated.

You were the first to confess your feelings, and he couldn't be thankful enough for the odds and the fate that brought you together, his feelings were honest and so were yours, everything was as smooth as anyone would have wished for a relationship to be, everything seemed like a movie.

But a malfunction happened at a certain point, and it was one caused by the intrusion of another human being.

Jungkook was like those vipers that hide their selves within the bushes, those are usually very poisonous and very talented in changing their skin to adapt to their environment.

Jungkook was against your relationship with Seokjin from the beginning, he was clear about his point of view and he shared it with you many times, you just didn't take him seriously, nor did you care much about his opinion.

However, the more you ignored him, the keener he grew to destroy your happiness, he just couldn't cope with the smile that kept being plastered over your face on a daily basis, your face was shining brightly from the bliss you were living with your husband, he didn't like that.

He started nagging about some deal that needed to be executed for the profit of the company, as you went through the documents that explained the details of it, you declined without even giving it further thoughts.

" That cannot be done, I'm sorry"

"Y/N, its work, you cannot bring your personal life here"

" I'm maintaining professionalism here, but what you are asking me to do is out of the line"

The way you left his office slamming the door behind you, made him realize that he needed to convince you involving other ways, nothing mattered anymore, not even friendship held power over the greed that was consuming him.

He had a clear goal, destroying Seokjin. The way to achieve his goal was a bit rough and unpaved.

Jungkook was like a cancerous cell that had started contaminating other healthy ones inside your relationship until it succeeded in killing love completely.

You shacked your head and facepalmed, you kept trying your best to stop the trail of trances that kept ambushing your brain from right to left, never giving you a second to take a breath.

But it was impossible, your brain was full and overworked, curiosity was consuming you, and the urgent need to see him again was almost burning you alive, the man dissipated since that night he visited you in your room, he canceled his sessions with you and gave clear instructions for Miss Baek to follow until further notice from his side.

Happiness wasn't exactly something you expected in your instance, but at least you had hope when your situation started improving slowly.

Let alone being happy, you weren't even content.

Even your voice which has come back after a long journey overseas has only come back for you to imprison it again, you favored your inner monologues over it, and you failed to give it the right share of love it deserved.

You had your reasons though, there was a huge risk for your voice to turn out like those reporters who expose the dirty deeds of famous stars, you knew it better than anyone, the topic your voice could use as a scoop, would top rank on the tabloids for a long period.

The fresh breeze that caressed roughly your face, reminded you of moments you wished to rewind for a lifetime. The cold air wasn't gentle, but you enjoyed its intensity.

It was just like him.

The recipe for love is pretty simple, just bring a bowl, add a few caring touches, two or more empty promises, and a generous fold of reassuring words, grab your mixture and put it in your heart for a few days, send it after to your brain, and plate it, nothing difficult.

But when has it all started? Have you started preparing that mixture that famous night or was it already prepared and only needed you to put it in the oven?

Which type of addictive drugs he added to that mixture of yours?

Questions are many and so are the answers, yet everything became irrelevant, became tasteless, and became without value the moment you figured out that your loneliness came back to keep you company in his stead, along with the gone memories left behind that night.

The warmth that spread in your body from the dominant touch of his hand on your neck got you heated as if a matchstick has been thrown into a field of dry grass that has been soaked in gasoline, it was unbearable yet very needed, you were lost between being in favor for it or not, but your dilemma got resolved when his forehead touched yours, the way the tip of his nose was sitting on the bridge of your perfectly shaped one, had a strong help over your distress which couldn't be disregarded.

His breaths stabilized suddenly as if you were the only sedative of help to his turmoil that never ceased.

Not until he got you between his hold, between his arms.

Your eyes found their grave inside his and there they decided to live their afterlife, you never allowed them to escape, nor he was in favor of such an option, the dominating demeanor he was radiating succeeded in the mission that he had entrusted it, sending electric waves under the form of shivers down your spine.

" If I had heard this voice a few days before, I would have believed that I'm blessed"

The hands of yours that were resting against his sturdy chest were spreading talks about his fast heartbeat, telling you with absent words about the fast rhythm his heart decided to adopt, yet he was unfazed, no stress to be seen on his beautiful face, confidence had thrown away any kind of unnecessary uneasiness, at a certain point, it seemed to you that it was just the usual pace of his heart.

But that wasn't the case.

Taehyung was a huge fan of the buy one get one free offer, with every feeling he acquired, there was an opposite or a much stronger one to keep the first company.

He was battling abhor and lust. The worst combination.

Your natural scent was slowly intoxicating his brain completing the task alcohol left unfulfilled, he was getting numb with the thickening of the clock, his body craved your touch just the way lands crave rain in the dry days of summer, yet his brain wasn't being convinced about the idea.

" You are poison to me, you're my end"

He grew impatient, he released those words from their imprisonment in one go if not for the sigh he let in the between.

You were about to rejoinder but he was always a step ahead, compared to the speed of the light, he was a few abundant seconds faster to cup your cheek with one hand, and deepen the kiss he had started while pressing on your neck, he wasn't in the mood to hear nor to feel any rejection from your side, neither he cared about your opinion, to begin with.

He wanted, so he executed.

The pang of hesitation that was refusing to leave your side, dissipated when you got a taste of the sweetness of his mouth, the flavor left behind that whisky was mixed with the strong one of tobacco, but they were both a failure in masking the taste of his lips that you grew addicted to in a matter of seconds, milliseconds.

That kiss replaced a missing conversation, replaced missing words which couldn't come out albeit how much needed they were. You didn't want to break free from it neither you were able to, your lips kept dancing over lustful melodies growing inside you, desires that would never have the will to back out unless satiated.

He didn't need to force his way inside your mouth, for it was all the while ajar welcoming and anticipating the grand entry of his tongue, the need to tease it, to suck it, to let it explore your mouth was strong, and the way his long fingers were tracing your jaw down to your neck was summoning your devils while sending angels on a break.

" I'm discarding every belief, every principle I once considered a religion, only for the moment, only for you, you're driving me to a level of insanity I never knew existed"

"I—-

"Shhh, don't, I don't wanna add another addiction, I'm already lost"

His hands were resting each on a side of your waist, the grip was firm, strong enough to help him pick you up and move your figure in counted seconds toward the desk, over which he delicately made you sit.

He always enjoyed standing between different contrasts, being vague was his signature, you pathetically failed in judging his acts, as much as you were sure he wasn't even near to gentle while handling you, the softness masked behind his roughness had the upper hand over the outcome.

Every touch electrified your body, you were under punishment but Lord, it was a punishment you didn't want to escape from.

Your body temperature escalated as his hands pushed up the hems of the midi white pajama you were wearing, his long fingers kept tracing softly drawing some imaginary paintings on your thighs, your breaths started hitching when he kept teasing your inner thighs, your core started throbbing with the urgency of your needs, he could have been able to smell the scent of your arousal had he been focused, but concentration wasn't at his side at the moment.

He was facing a bigger dilemma, as much as he wanted to maintain a certain control over himself, he just lost it all when he tasted the sweet flavor of your mouth, the progress of the situation was making it even harder for him to back out, especially when a third party has joined the chat from between his legs.

"I should have avoided you, I should have escaped when I had the time"

" I would have found you somehow doctor"

His breaths heaved as the ardor grew, it was almost unbearable and far from real the way he desired you, everything started driving him to an edge of madness he never knew he could reach, those feelings he had for you that he wasn't sure anymore into which shelve they belonged, and as if his dilemma wasn't one of a kind already, his manhood that kept twitching under his pants wasn't having the slightest bit of pity on him.

Your eyes went shut when you felt his hand working on the buttons of your night robe, he was taking his enough time and you weren't any more sure whether you liked that pace or if a faster one was more to your liking. While you were hesitating between your picks, an ambush from his mouth already took place, invading your neck with wet kisses that soon turned into traces of ownership. You tried hard to forbid the freedom of the sinful sounds that were threatening to escape your lips, but the libido took the best out of you and left you weak before its strength.

Something about his presence alone stirred you up, the addition of his touches on your delicate body while he started exploring it bit by bit, not considering at all the option of leaving a part untouched behind, he wanted to be fair, to deliver the message behind his needs to all your body, that was his intention, but to you, it seemed like he was keen to make you suffer while all you wanted was to have him, to feel him within you, the urgent need to caress his body and admire it filled you with unsatisfied greed.

" We are a bad omen to each other, you should be aware of that by now"

"Doctor? What's bothering you? Free up your chest, let me bear the heaviness you are carrying in your stead"

A loud simper escaped his lips as he backed out and deprived you of the warmth of his touch, your body was almost naked, if not for your undergarment, and the white robe that was hanging loose and open over your shoulders, he could have seen the goosebumps that trailed your body. He left you to fight the cold weather and his lack of emotions all alone.

" Why do you care? Just let it be, it's just a drunk man blabbering nonsense"

The way he answered you with a mocking tone that was clearly not being considerate about how much you cared about him, sent different signals to your brain, all of them dark no glimpse of white to be seen no matter how much positive you wanted to be, between the two of you there was nothing, yet, it seemed from his behavior and the choice of his words as if you have some unsettled agenda, some tabs left unpaid.

Before you could venture into your thoughts further, Taehyung settled himself between your legs, he moved rapidly before you could register his action, he brought you back from your trance that had almost succeeded in bringing some sense to your numb brain, but that seemed impossible when lustful thoughts kept clouding your logical ones, especially when you felt his clothed length brushing against your throbbing heat.

He was driven toward insanity, he couldn't be any more patient and no one can blame him, he waited for longer than a man could ever do, he watched you from afar and swallowed his loss with hard liquors until that became of no use, now that he had you between his arms, he just couldn't pull his brakes, although his knowledge about the weight of his deeds and thoughts, he just couldn't fight the urge to have you to himself that night, to get a taste of you to satisfy his appetite that only grew bigger when he picked you up from the desk, and gently placed you on your bed after having deprived you of your pajama, and having freed your breast from the cages of your undergarment.

It was not possible to keep your hands to yourself when he hovered over your body, at this point, it was safe to say that you couldn't even stop yourself from showering wet kisses over his neck, you licked and sucked and claimed every part of the soft skin of his neck, the taste of it has become another flavor you added to your favorites, and the sight of his naked body has become another picture you promised never to delete from your brain.

You bit on your lips profusely trying to suppress the moans that were threatening to escape your mouth, the mix between the stretching pain you felt as he thrust his way inside you, and the pleasure that followed as he rested inside you until you adjusted completely and until he made sure you were taking him in just fine, just the way he wanted for it to be the case.

Your efforts were not at all necessary, you could have let yourself free from that strictness you were forcing upon yourself, if anyone was meant to hear you, well they would have, Taehyung wasn't the silent type, and obviously he couldn't contain himself from groaning as he pounded inside you without losing pace or purpose.

Heaven.

He was in his own heaven.

You were molded specifically for him, that's how he felt, your plush skin under the touch of his callous hands was the perfect contrast, the way your heat was stroking him and fluttering against his generous length, everything about you was perfect for him, everything seemed to be ever so compatible with his own. The fire of his love toward you grew, it has clouded his mind with the smoke of passion.

"You're so perfect, so perfect for me"

You were a mess, you had no voice leftover to tell tales, or even to pour your compliment down on him, albeit the feelings he planted inside you were driving you crazier than the pleasure that he was downing on you, your heart has grown a voice of his own, and it was way louder than the one of your brain, and that of your mouth.

"Tae—Taehyung, please, ahh—I'm, ahh"

He gasped at the way you moaned his name, it was the first time you dropped the honorific, and it happened to be on the first day you blessed his ears with your soft voice that he wished to hear ever since he met you in the first session.

The grimace on your face was delivering the message your voice failed to tell, you were close to coming undone beneath him, he licked his thumb to warm it up, and let it circle your clit, whimpers, and moans were freed from their captivity as the dorsal nerve kept being stimulated by his delicious touches.

He was not far either, his body was climbing toward a pleasure he always dreamt and wished to have, one that he wanted to feel buried inside you, he wished for the situation to be as he visioned it many times during the past years, reality, however, had another saying on that matter.

" As much as I love you, I despise myself equally". Taehyung let those words out to add to your confusion that should have stayed away at such a moment.

As your walls contracted and squeezed his manhood, urging him to release hot semen inside you, the waves of strong pleasure took over your body, your back arched under his grip, your hands went to circle his neck as you urged him to get closer to your needy body, a needed confirmation that you belonged to him, and him to you.

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